* Exceptional Morning
When I awoke, two huge eyes blinked in front of me. "Morning sweetie!" It was Jess, but she had grown so much . She was laying on her side, still under the covers. She had stuffed a few pillows under her head, and her frame was blocking any chance I had of seeing the window behind her. She was also slightly in silouette from the sun behind, preventing me from getting a good look at her. Glancing down, I could see a good length of her legs extended beyond the reach of the covers, and the bed. Her feet! They were monstrous.
"Whoa honey, your feet are huge!" She wiggled her toes a little. "I wonder how big you can get. We might need to get you away from the rocks soon."
"Ohh hun. You think my feet are big." Her laugh and voice was throaty and a bit less giddy than I was used to. She started pulling the sheet up, revealing that her knees were already reaching the edge of the bed. I was becoming more alert and I sat up in bed. Like her face, her arm was ridiculously large. She looked like a greek statue, except she was alive and moving right next to me. I had to touch her. I moved down to the bottom of the bed where she was now pulling the sheet up her thighs. I placed my palms up against her skin, both hands stretching flat across the face of her outer thigh. Her hand came to rest on top of mine. It was monsterous! I was transfixed as her fingers spread the same distance as both my hands. "I think this morning I might be too much to handle."
"This is incredible. You're a goddess." I took to my own task of unwrapping her now, pulling the edge of the sheet up over her hip. I knelt to get a perspective from above her and slid along the mattress, bending under her weight. I bumped into her, my waist not clearing her hips as I got a look at her backside and could see how thick she had become. In some ways she still looked like the petite Jess I knew, but her dimensions had expanded proportionally. I could see now that even on her side she was taking up nearly half the bed's width. "I'm not sure I could hug all the way around you."
"Ohh, you're going to get a morning hug all right." She turned herself off the bed, freeing herself from the covers and standing up in her full glory. She had slept in only her panties the night before.
"Jess. You're just a few inches shy of the ceiling, you must be 8'5"!" I stood up next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist, my face resting on her bare torso; her breasts easily clearing above my head. I marveled at how small my hand looked against her. I looked up, but had no hope of seeing into her face. My reach certainly did not make it around her.
One of her hands was resting on my head as she spoke. "No hun, looks like you can't, but you can still get a proper morning hug." Before I knew it her hands both slipped in under my arms, and she had hoisted me up off the ground. I instinctively reached around her neck and grasped my legs around her hips. She squeezed, and I held tight.
"I'm not sure I was ready for that before my morning coffee." We both laughed together. Her hand was now holding me up under my bottom, my arm holding tight around her neck and shoulders. I reached the other one hand up and flicked a piece of loose paint off the ceiling. "Certainly a different perspective up here." Looking back at her, her impossibly large face was beautiful in front of me. I bent in for a kiss whichi turned into suckling at her oversize bottom lip. She offered me the tip of her tongue, and I sucked on it, in a moment of intimacy which was certainly not a kiss, but was something extraordinary. As she planted her now moist lips against my face, I was becoming alert to her sexuality. My chest was smashed into one of her breasts, and I reached down for the other and pushed against it for a moment, again in disbelief of my perspective. Her nipple hardened more quickly than I expected, and I could now feel my erection pressing into her.
* Practice makes Perfect
She laughed. "You're ready for your morning wish sooner than I expected." She reached her hand in between us and untrapped my member, slipping it out the front of my boxers. Her fingers were huge and it felt so different, as she was really just rolling me between her finger and thumb. "Are you ready to give up those stones, or are we waiting until I can't stand up in here anymore?" I shook my head no, while my mind was enjoying the pleasure and thinking yes yes yes. "Still holding out. Well, until you decide you want your wish, I think I'll just get some tantric massage practice in. Do you mind?" I affirmed by again shaking my head back and forth. "Ohh good. I don't have class today." She gently turned and moved to peer out the window, still deftly massaging me. She was silent for a minute or two. "It looks pretty rainy out hun. I think we could stay in all day."
I'm sure she could feel the occasional shudders the pleasure was causing in my body, as she had been carrying me for a few minutes now. I quickly started to feel dizzy and collapsed against her from the sensations. I muttered out some whispers. "Jess. Don't stop. That's..... amazing." I didn't want her to stop, but I think maybe I needed some sugar in my blood this early in the morning. "Can I have...." Her face looked at me, her mouth open, anticipating and mocking how hard it was for me to get the words out amid the her teasing me. "...juice or something." No sooner than I had I said it, she was carrying me out towards the kitchen, ducking under the doorframe on the way. Her fingers never left the head of my erection as she set me on the counter, pulling a glass out of the cupboard and the juice out of the fridge.
"No problem sweetie." She gestured the OJ carton towards me, as unscrewing the cap was obviously a two handed operation. "Little help." Desperate for her to keep one hand doing exactly what it was doing, I gladly complied and remove the cap from the container. She poured me out a glass, and offered it up for me. Her fingers had shifted and now a few of them were dragging in and out along the head of my cock. I shuddered as I took the juice and slowly drank it down. She handed me the cap to the OJ and then produced the carton for me to reattach it to. I was still a little lightheaded as she finished putting the carton away and reached her free arm around me. I complied and slipped my grasp around her neck, not sure where we were headed next. My eyes were closed as I felt myself lifted up and moved away. My mind never left the feeling of her fingers kneading and dragging against me. I must have been whispering 'don't stop' under my breath into her ear. "Ohh honey, I won't. Who knows, maybe what I have planned will turn out to be your morning wish. First we need to clear your schedule."
She set me down, and opening my eyes I could see I was on the kitchen table. She used her free hand to reach for my cellphone. She flipped through the numbers for a bit, and then handed it to me. "Hon. Give work a call." I took the phone from her but didn't take any action. "You know, whoever you would call to say you're going to be out today." I felt drunk as I tried to operate the device with my mind now 80% focused on the constant sensation of her fingers sliding against the bare skin of my cock. No sooner had I hit the send key, she took the phone out of my hands. "Ohh. You don't really look in any shape to talk to coworkers." Someone must have answered on the other side, as I could hear her telling them how I wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be in today. She was smiling at me the whole time. Near the end she held the phone out to me, and I shook my head. She explained that my voice was almost completely gone, and that I'd call as soon as it had rested up a bit. She flipped the phone closed. "That was easy. Now I have you all to myself!" She now switched the hand she was using to manipulate me. She was right handed and the motions were really different, awkward, almost more distracting. She picked me back up and kissed me on the forehead. "How does it feel to be my own little tantric practice doll?" I opened my mouth, but didn't speak, I think it was too hard for me to find any words to say. She just giggled a little. "From that euphoric look on your face, I'd say you are stilll in stage one. I hope you don't mind if I multi-task a little."
A few moments later, I found myself sat down on the bathroom counter, sqeezing toothpaste onto her outstretched toothbrush before handling my own. She was using a simpler motion, pressing me against myself and rubbing me back and forth as she focused on her tooth brushing. After she finished rinsing into the sink I still had a mouth full of toothpaste. "You can do this yourself if you want." I couldn't bring myself to budge away from the motions of her fingers. She laughed a little and handed me a cup of water. I did my best to spit the rinse over my shoulder into the sink. As she stood near me her face lost in contemplation, I palmed my hands onto her breast right in front of my face. I started at it with a bit of wonder, noticing how my outstretched fingers of both hands just covered the surface of her single breast. With her firm breasts my hands were simply set against her, with the nipple framed neatly in the center. "I really need a shower, but maybe I'll wait." She came out of her trance and finally noticed me cupping and staring at her breast. "Go ahead hun, though I'll warn you, it'll excite you more, and I hear stage one is sometimes the best." I was held between the index finger and thumbs of both her hands now, as she squeezed and relaxed them in unison. I was starting to really want to thrust into her hands. She was doing anything but that motion. "You can just stare if you want. Sometimes talk alone can do the trick. Hmm. You like how that nipple's gotten bigger like the rest of me?" She seemed to be leaning towards me ever so slowly, or was that me leaning towards her. Her lips must have been closer to my ear now, as I heard her obviously intentional heavy breathing. "I bet you could get it harder and bigger. Take a taste." I let my tongue up against her breast, and sucked on her nipple. "Ohhh. I like that. I bet you like how it feels on your lips." I did. Despite how overplayed her breathing and humming sounds became, they turned me on all the more as I finally teethed slightly against her hardened nipple. My hips almost involuntarily rotated and pumped as I attemped to thrust myself into her hands. She laughed a little as she made sure I could get no such outcome. "See honey, stage two already." Her hands stopped stroking me, as she picked me up into a carry and sqeezed hard on the head.
"Oh hon, in a bit, you'll be begging to give me those rocks. You just tell me when it starts to hurt." She carried me out to the living room couch. Letting completely free my cock for the first time in almost an hour, she reached for the remote and sat herself down. Her patting indicated where she wanted me, and I lay down on my back with my head on a pillow in her lap. Her hand returned, but the sensations were very different. She was more patting, occasionally rubbing me sideways against myself. "Ohh hon, I almost feel bad." She flipped a couple channels. "Well, not really. Look, my favorite daytime soap!" I hardly noticed her breasts as I found frustration in the way her face was focused on the screen instead of me. I tried as earlier to thrust into her hand, but she just picked it up away from me. "ah ah ah. not until stage three." I did my best to enjoy the 'practice', though what had been euphorically pleasurable was now turning dark and frustrating.
I whimpered more than a few times as she stayed focused on the screen. My sounds did succeed at getting her to change her motion, but I still desperately wanted her to pump me to climax. My groin was beginning to hurt. I contemplated how to get some closure. My previous feeling of drunk euphoria was now completely gone. "Jess, please. I want to come. Make me come."
She looked down at me. "Does it hurt yet? You'll tell me where the rocks are when it really starts to hurt." She kept up her frustrating tease motions as her show went to commercial. I was getting to the point where I thought ending it myself would be better. Just as I reached my hands up to touch myself, she grabbed them and pulled them above my head. "No cheating." She pressed one arm to the couch above me, the other to her breast. "If you want to fondle something, you can fondle me." She rubbed my hand around in circles while looking down at me. "Wow hun, your hand feels really small." I wasn't really paying attention to her. My hips were in motion again now, but there was nothing to rub against. She brought my fingers up higher and took one into her mouth. She danced around it with her tongue and stroked it slowly in and out for a minute. The commercial ended. She drew my other arm up above my head, holding them both down firmly as she returned to watching. Her hand was now sliding along my tummy. I could feel her fingers slip underneath my erection, but I could do nothing to get her to comply. The more she didn't release me, the more I thought about it, and the more I thought about it, the more it hurt. She turned off the TV as her show came to an end. "Wow, you're a tough nut to crack honey. I thought you would have been begging for it by now." She slipped one of her fingers into her mouth, wetting it. "You could be slipping your self right into my mouth now." She placed her warm and wet finger against the tip. "You could feel my tongue sliding against you." She minutely moved her wet fingers, just enough to suggest what she was describing without satisfuing me. She grasped around me lightly. "I'm sure right now you could use a good.... thrust." She danced her light grasp down the shaft with feather touches. "What do you think? Is it time to come?"
"Yes. Jess, make me come. Make me come. I want to come." I was beyond whining now. She asked for the rocks. I asked to come. She asked for the rocks.
"Ohh hun. I didn't want to have to do this, but it's my last resort." She gestured me up from my wrists, keeping them both firmly held as I rose from the couch. I was no longer a passenger as she more dragged me over to the kitchen. I walked funny from the pain in my groin. With her free hand she grabbed a towel, and then dumped a handful of ice onto it from the freezer before dragging me towards the bedroom. She set the towel of ice down on the nightstand and maneuvered me to sit on the bed. "Ice is so nice honey." She drew an ice-cube and ran a few circles around each nipple, making them instantly even harder than they had been earlier. "It can both be exciting, and numbing at the same time." Pulling my hands above my head, she drew my lips to her nipples, and I felt them cold against my lips. I didn't open my mouth, so she just dragged against my lips. Then she pushed me onto my back, freeing my wrists.
She climbed onto the bed, and she laid across me facing away. She reached for another ice cube and dragged it around on my tummy. "I think you should tell me where the rocks are honey." Then she placed the ice right on the head of my cock. It actually calmed my frustration for a moment, as the cool slippery surface contact was better than no contact at all. She slid it slowly up and down the length. I motioned my hips up against the ice and she encouraged it, pressing the cube against me. She used her other hand to lift me up and trace the ice fully around the head. She seemed to be more painting than teasing as she was sure to fairly rub the cold ice against every surface. She set me back down as she reached for another cube and shook it back and forth across the head. I wanted to come, all I could think of was climax, but the ice was numbing me and my groin was hurting more and more by the second. Finally I couldn't take it anymore.
"Okay okay okay. Jess. Okay. There's a rock under the heating vent next to the living room couch. Please, please, just make me come."
Her motions didn't flinch. The ice was still dragging around on the head. "Now Kurt, sweetie. If there is no rock there, and I come back here to find you've diddled yourself out of stage two." She dragging the ice down the entire length. "I'm simply going to have to start all over again." She removed the ice from me and rose from the bed. "Also, I should warn you, it takes special technique to bring you to stage three. You don't want to miss stage three." She walked, more sauntered off out of the room. I laid there motionless. The pain in my groin was real. I didn't feel very 'aroused' but my cock was painfully erect. I decided to wait. I had truly told her the location of one of the rocks. Hopefully that was enough.
She returned to the room carrying the rock I had led her two. "Well, I remember collecting a few more than this from the site, but this is all I need today." The rock landed on the nightstand. "It's time for your wish. May I suggest a trip to stage three?" I vigorously nodded my head and expressed a verbal agreement. Actually, I think I just kept saying 'yes'. I don't know how many times I said it. First she grabbed a tissue from the nightstand. "Okay, this first one will be quick, but getting to stage three can take a while. That's alot of built up pressure."
She sat down next to me, slipped the tissue in front of my cock and as I felt her fingers grasp me firmly and thrust several times I felt a wave of release crashing through me. "Arrghhhhh." I moaned and squirmed around as she continued thrusting and milking me. She wiped me with another tissue and headed for the bathroom to dispose of the cleanup. The pain in my groin was starting to recede, but my cock was still just as hard when she re-mounted the bed. I held my hand away from her in a motion to indicate that I wasn't quite ready for whatever she was going to do next.
"Ohhh hun. If you don't let me take care of that, and possibly a couple times, it's going to really start hurting again. You were in stage one for over an hour, and stage two for another hour." She reached for an icecube from the dresser. "Don't worry, I'll be gentile." She put the icecube in her mouth and let her face against my chest, drawing the cold ice down and down until she placed it over my still throbbing erection. She traced the ice up and down, and then I could tell the ice had melted when I felt her now cold tongue against me. She licked and teased me with her tongue before taking me into her mouth. She moved slowly at first, and then faster and faster. It had been several minutes, and the pleasure of her motion was balanced by the still throbbing pain in my groin. The more vigorous she was, the more I wanted to climax again. I lifted my pelvis up out of reflex. She brought her fingers into the mix, using them to add more pressure to me until I came again into her mouth with another explosion of sounds I don't normally make. She continued thrusting and lapping her tongue on me for a few moments more. "You aught to be feeling a little better by now, but I think you still have a bit more of stage three left in you honey." She retreated to the bathroom again and I heard her quickly rinsing and brushing her teeth.
My eyes were closed as I felt her climbing up over and straddling me. "I confess, this part I might enjoy a little." I felt her handling me, still hard, and slipping me inside her. She leaned over and was thrusting on me. As I opened my eyes, her bare breasts were in shadow and a foot or so away from my face. Their firmness allowing them to bounce only slightly as she pumped, and I found myself almost tranced by the rhythemic motion. My arms lay lifeless beside me. After several minutes she found her stride and let out a whimper as she climaxed without stopping. A few minutes more she tensed up and made another set of sounds. She was almost huffing a little. "Ohh honey. I might actually enjoy this alot." The tail end of her sentence was driven into a high pitched tone as she climaxed for a third time. She slowed her thrusting and rotated her hips, causing a different set of senstations. For a minute or two she was more grinding against me than thrusting, and she let out a shreik for her fourth climax.
She laughed out loud. "Wow. I think I could do this all day. I don't know why I didn't try this sooner. But I'm being a little selfish." She sat up. "You're going to need to help to get you to stage three honey. We need you even more turned on." She brought my hands up onto her breasts as she rocked slowly up and down on me. "You want to play with my breasts honey? You like how big they are for you?" I cupped and squeezed them in my hands. Even as they looked athletic and proportionally firm on her now huge frame, her breasts were very large. Each of my hands looked small against them, and I again placed both hands against one of them, now kneeding the nipple in my fingers. "You like my nipples hard? Here let me help you." She reached for some ice and handed me one. I traced it around one of her breasts as she flicked and excited her other nipple. "You want like to watch? or you want to suck on them? Will that turn you on even more?" I shook my head yes and she placed an icecube into my mouth. "Here honey." She leaned over, and then bent herself down, guiding her left nipple right to my lips. It was already cold and very hard. I could feel little ridges as a I sucked it into my mouth and against the icecube. "Ohh yea honey. A little more. Now try the other one." Her voice had a bit of melodramatic overplayed sexiness, but it was working for me as she shifted and guided the other nipple to my lips. Her pelvis was still moving against me, more rotating than thrusting now. "That feels so good honey. Do you like how hard .. and big ... my nipples are?" She way laying it on thick. The more I listened to her, the more I realized her nipple was absolutely huge as I suckled against it. Normally it was just a little protrusion, something to flick with my tongue, but as I sucked on it, it felt more like the tip of my thumb. "Maybe next time I can get even bigger for you."
She sat up, now pumping on me a little more vigerously. "Wouldn't it be fun if I could get my breasts to be even bigger for you." She did her best to squeeze her breasts together, but their firmness allowed only a small amount of cleavage. "I'd love to be big enough to slip you between them. What do you think? After wrapping them around you..." She was bouncing the bed up and down a little now. "I could pound, pound, pound them down on you." She was thrusting her breasts up and down in unison. She stopped her motions and layed down, bringing her lips near my ear. "Are we close honey?" I shook my head, my words coming out more in a whimper. "Ohh you are close arn't you. You're really going to enjoy this one. Is there anything more I can do?" I whispered for her to keep talking. The sound of her voice was really driving me over the edge. "Ohh of course honey. Turning you on today has me so ... hot." She was full swing into her sexy melodrama and she resumed her rhythem. "You've stayed so hard for so long. " My hips were involuntarily moving now, and I started a continuous whimper as I could feel myself getting closer. "But don't worry. I'll keep thrusting you into me for as long as it takes. If you want, I can slow you down again with some ice. I hear if we do it right we can bring you right back to stage one." She was still whispering at my ear. "Would you like me to ice you off honey?" I shook my head no, no, no, as my whimpers of exctasy continued. "Ohh no, then we won't torture you any longer." I was almost clawing against her hips now, desperately wanting release. I heard myself involuntarily whining and chanting about wanting to come. She laid down fully again, placing her nipple on my lips. "Ohh you will honey. Take my nipple in your mouth. Yes. Do you like how you feel inside me?" She let out a sexy moan. Her pumping became more vigerous now. "Ohh yes. Harder." Her breast smashed down into my face and I sucked harder as she climaxed yet again! "Phew. Whoa. Didn't expect that one." She lifted her weight a little bit and was more rhythemically bouncing, me still sucking her breast. "Don't worry, I can keep pumping on you all day long honey." It didn't take much more, and I let out a loud yell as I climaxed into her, my body bucking repeatedly. She just kept up her rhythem. "Yes yes. More honey. As much as you need." I thrusted up into her hard a few more times before collapsing in exhaustion. She slipped off of me, flipping my now flacid cock back and forth a couple times to prove she had done her job. "And that, my sweetie, is stage three. You'll sleep well tonight, or maybe just the rest of the day." She laughed.
She got herself up and collected up the rock. "Honey that was..." the word incredible seemed so insufficient. My entire body was relaxed. I felt like a puddle of goo on the bed.
"Ohh, I know sweetie. Maybe after a couple more of those I'll have the leverage to teach you to do that to me." She giggled, headed towards the front door and turned invisible. "Sleep tight." I heard her call as the door closed.